The fact is, you northern people are full of your isms; you must start a new one every year.

I hope they will not travel south, for I am tired of them.

I should like to take Deacon and Mrs.White back home with me.

Our servants would be afraid of a man who has worked sixteen hours a day half his lifetime." "Deacon White is worth twenty thousand dollars," said Abel, "every cent of which he made mending and making common shoes." "What does he do with it ?" said Arthur.
"Hoards it up," said Abel, "and yet an honester man never lived.

Did I not tell you of the time I hired his horse and chaise?
I believe not; well, it is worth waiting for.